poem about chuck e cheese-related current events
that maybe i'll read at tomorrow's poetry night
the band is breaking up. after 47 years of mechanic stutters, jerking paws, thick lashes blinking over sliding eyes, limbs flapping, rotating hips, the plug is being pulled, sold for parts. dust will settle on this matted fur shoved in storage, no cries of babies to rustle duck feathers and the italian’s mustache, puppy cowboy and yellow-browed dinosaur nodding with hollow gaze. deficient animals fed pizza scraps, lights flashing over this children’s casino it's raining tickets upon, sticky hands on tootsie rolls and skee ball, vertical bike and little tyke's blackjack. we lost a kid once, found sleeping in a booth beneath an emptied beer mug. the mouse himself may end up in museum. he was always a little self-obsessed but isn’t every frontman - selfish rat, they called him as he watched the man in costume bring cheers and tears to small fry eyes. the pizza players, the wolf pack 5, munch’s make-believe band in their lurid colors. no more believers to be made. no more chuck to be cheesed.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚